At some point, your phone became everything.

Your memories. Your favourites.

The things that mean something.

And your walls?

Either empty…

or just that one photos wall you made a while back.

The rest of it?

Nothing.

Not because you don’t have things to put up…

but because everything important is just… saved.

Buried in a gallery you don’t open that often.

It’s weird when you think about it.

The things that define you

aren’t even around you.

So this wasn’t really about making frames.

It was just about taking those same things 

and putting them where they’re actually seen.